From this time on I camp high.

The roosters and church bells are getting too thick on the Arickaree." He crushed his hat in his hand as he turned to her, and tears were in her eyes as she said: "Please don't go; I expected you to stay to dinner with me." "The quicker I get out o' here the better," he replied hoarsely, and she saw that he was trembling.

"What's the good of it?
I'm out of it." She looked up at him in silence, her mind filled with the confused struggle between her passion and her reason.

He allured her, this grave and stern outlaw, appealing to some primitive longing within her.
"I hate to see you go," she said slowly.

"But--I--suppose it is best.